... and into the Light

Women are like apples on trees: the best ones are at the top of the tree.

Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of
falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the
ground that aren't as good, but easy.......

So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come
along - the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the
tree.

Share this with other women who are good apples - even those who have
already been picked!

And remember - Men are like a fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it's
up to good woman to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into
something acceptable to have dinner with.

The concert was good. Lawn seats suck - I couldn't believe that people get mad at you for standing on the lawn! By then Lisa and I had been sitting for almost two excruciating hours. We actually left the concert an hour early and caught the 11pm train.

Sarah was good, she sounded great and her voice is as fabulous as always. the seats (Or lack there of) sucks.

So of course when I woke up yesterday morning my hips were all out of wack and really sore. So I stayed home and took a muscle relaxant, laid on the couch and watched movies until I was bored of TV. And I stretched.

Same thing this morning, pain wise that is. So I took a pain killer - now am waiting the allotted 30 minutes so I can go back to bed for an hour or two and finish my sleep.

But I'm still in a good mood - even with thhe pain. Lisa and I had a good time, especially since she was a last minute replacement. We only get to hang out once a year as we have different shifts and different days off - so it was cool that she could go!
I think my pill kicked in so I'm gonna go!

And with it, clarity.

For some unknown reason I am starting to feel my spirits lift. Is it the anticipation of a great concert coming up?
The fact that I am spending the day with my bestfriend at the same time. Or the self-affirmation (make-up) that I have been applying daily. How is it possible that as quickly as my mood changed, it can change back. I suppose that this is all part of the bi-polar disorder. The unexpected and instant flip in mood.

Whatever the reason I am glad to be feeling more like myself again. I like to be upbeat and happy.

I need to remind myself to not rush the future. It will happen when it happens.
I need to take things one day at a time.
I have to go outside everyday.

That is what I need to do.
I need to remind myself to do that everyday.

So here's the story...
I haven't been feeling especially happy lately, so in an effort to perk myself up I have been wearing makeup to work and on the weekend as well.

My particular makeup thing (which was lipstick in college) has become eyes. Yesterday I was a shart sexy blue - today soft purple. One of my supervisors (who wears more makeup than I do in a week) came up to me to complete a transaction - looks at me and says "Wow - you're wearing a lot of make-up!"
It did not seem to me to be a lot of make up and the phrasing of that sentence was extremely rude and inappropriate.
It got me to thinking though - have personal boundaries disappeared? And the Longer you work in an environment, so the boundaries totally disappear? Would this supervisor have said anything if I was a new hire - or if I wore make-up on a regular basis.
The big question - why use those words at all? A simple 'you look great today? What's different?' would have sufficed.

After a horrible lunch with my pal S - I realized that this bad luck slump I am in has got to end soon or I won't even get too eat...

Let me explain.

S had invited me out for lunch - favorite pasta place.
I decided to try something new - ginger chiken pasta, sounded great on the menu. Well I got it and the Ginger was so strong it was spicy and the other flavors didn't mix well - basically I couldn't eat my lunch. The manager offered me a free individual pizza as a replacement but what a disappointment.
Meanwhile S is laughing because I have the worst bad luck of anyone she knows. This has to end.

At least now I am laughing about it.

I am curious though. Is bad luck /negativity directly proportional to the amount of sex in your life - because this started right after my vacation which was the last time I had sex...
Maybe that's why I'm so bitter.

I should jump J on Friday and see ehat happens...
Could be fun!

I gotta Fly - work beckons.